…even if you might want to yell at me after.
I love apocalypse.
This is a weird thing to say. I don’t particularly want to go through an apocalypse, but stories that take me there – to the end of all things, or to the kind of choice that changes history irrevocably and inexorably – just boils my brisket.
That means I really like it.
I love the hope heroes bring to such situations. I love the tiny stories of success and sorrow, the thread of humanity and better-than-humanity that rises in those times. To that end, I tend to enjoy Big stories a la Patrick Rothfuss, but that’s not all: geniuses like Neil Gaiman manage to conjure that emotional point, that turn-of-no-return, even over as small a thing as a cat who loves his family enough to fight the devil for them.
Maybe that’s not so small, come to think of it, but then, my sense of drdama is spoiled by Tolkien.
I owe you an official bio, don’t I?
Ruthanne Reid was raised in the woods, but fortunately her isolation was offset by regular visits to New York City. She pursued music for years before realizing she wanted to tell stories rather than sing them.
Ruthanne has lived on both US coasts (she prefers the West one), is distantly related to royalty, and has sung in a thousand-year-old cathedral. Her favorite authors tend to be dramatic (J. R. R. Tolkien, Neil Gaiman, Patrick Rothfuss), but she doesn’t see this as a bad thing.
Writing in and around Seattle, she owns dust-covered degrees in music and religion, and is generally considered dangerous around household electronics. She belongs to a husband, a housemate, and a cat, respectively.
The Sundered is her first novel.